How

Yuh
They be like how?
How you doing all that shit?
How you making all them hits? (Yea, yea)
(How you making all them hits?) (Yea)
(If I get caught you know I won't switch)

Yea
I'm with this bitch and she came with a bitch
I'm in the spot and I'm high as it gets
Walking around like I'm forgetting shit
Maison Margiela got paint on my kicks
Maison Mihara got wax on my toe
I'm with this hoe and you know how that go
Fuck a hater I been counting these rolls
Every single day my money growing

Yea
I just be chilling, kicking like a punt
I'm in the stu' rolling up a blunt
Bitches be looking for me, Easter hunt
I'm on the east side of fucking SA
I just be chilling bruh, with my ese's
Bad bitch yea she come writing my essays
I'm about to bust like a fucking levee
Smoking some zaza bitch I'm levitating
Needed some rest, yes I'm on vacation
Switching it up, used to fuck with Satan
I'm really humble please don't test my patience
Need me a Xan just because I'm anxious
Sometimes I hate bitches 'cause they ain't shit
I'm trying to love not be on no hate shit
I hate myself when I'm on some hate shit
Who else you know really fucking trying
Trying to do something different this time
I'm on the highway bitch and I'm flying
I said "I love you" bitch I might be lying
This hoe got good hair yea she like a lion
Yea she a Leo, bitch I check the signs
Throwing up blues counting dollar signs
We in this bitch mixing like some science
We in this bitch mixing like some chemistry
I'm in the stu' and I got some drugs next to me
I'm in the spot and I got my gun next to me (Ugh)
Yea, nice to meet ya
I'm on the court not on the bleachers
Going global bitch you cannot reach us
To be honest I'd be surprised (Yes I would)
If somebody broke my trust
Yea and if anybody fucking tried
They'd be a pile of dust
Bitch, we on the winning side, steady counting all them bucks
They be like "How you live yo' life?"
I don't be giving no fucks
Baby let's go one more time
Fuck 'till the fucking sun come up (Yea)
I loop the beat 'cause I ain't said enough
Talking shit bitch I'm calling ya bluff
Look around yea the world looking rough
The pain of the world is the pain of its people
Sometimes I feel like we stuck in the prequel
The shit that be good they be calling illegal
How hard is it for us to be equal?
How long until we enter the sequel?
I'm in the trap looking through the peephole
Trying to make sure ain't no fucking popo
Rest in peace yea, to my fucking Popo
Big shoutout yea to my granny
Always told me I could win a grammy
I could never switch up on my fam
Not talking blood, talking about who will hold my hand

Yea
I'm with this bitch and she came with a bitch
I'm in the spot and I'm high as it gets
Walking around like I'm forgetting shit
Maison Margiela got paint on my kicks
Maison Mihara got wax on my toe
I'm with this hoe and you know how that go
Fuck a hater I been counting these rolls
Every single day my money growing
(Sipping drank bitch I'm just pouring up, no I'm not slowing down) (Yea)
(Big ass choppa got hundred rounds)
(They be like how, how?)
(Wow, wow)



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Writer(s): Aiden Paine
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